• Vol. 04
  • Chapter 12
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from The Dream of Icarus

And in the waves I see the shadow of my fear
eeling its way towards the shore
seething with fish that would populate

the ocean in my head      the sea that suspends me
between the dream of rising and the nightmare
of the fall

            As honeysuckle breathes into the night

a handful of sand runs through my fingers
sand into sand
I pick at a fig seed lodged between my teeth